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Chapter 13: Sicarius's First Weapon

Sicarius felt wet, a warm fluid was enveloping his body. Despite his hyperfocus, it felt as if his senses were numb.

He saw glimpses of searing light. Blinding radiance that devoured all that was black.

He heard the familiar sobs of a girl, repeatedly apologizing.

He smelled the smell of sweat. Musky and scented with a familiar cologne.

He tasted a bitter liquid. Medicine, every morning he was given it.

He remembered the darkness latching onto him. Making a mush of his body, and yet he was still alive.

He opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Agatha. Her eyes went wide with glee seeing him conscious.

"Son!" She yelled as tears began flowing down from her eyes.

She didn't know what happened. She didn't see his face after the pummeling, but when she first came here and saw Hanzel staring blankly at their son with tears flowing on his face, she knew something traumatic happened. However, she couldn't see any injuries on their son's body at all.

Hanzel wouldn't say a word about it. He just stared at Sicarius in a daze for hours, as if he couldn't hear Agatha's voice beside him. Only after he received a phone call did he move. What he last said before he went was "Watch over our son. I'll be handling an interrogation."

Agatha nodded then, she didn't dare think of the worst that could have happened. But then Venus came, she was accompanied by the founder who had a solemn look on his face.

Venus ran towards Sicarius, she tried her best to stop the tears flowing through her eyes, but when Agatha asked what happened Venus burst into a heartwrenching sob.

Agatha was anxious. She didn't cry, she simply waited for Sicarius to gain consciousness as she held his hand. The founder himself didn't know and would only shake his head when Agatha came to ask.

Agatha didn't bother asking anymore. She just waited with the founder's great granddaughter. Minutes passed by that quickly turned to hours and hours turned to days. When Sicarius was still unconscious by the 3rd day she started to let her imagination run wild.

So when Sicarius finally opened his eyes, she could only cry in tremendous relief.

"What happened?" She asked, almost choking Sicarius in her embrace.

"I don't remember." Sicarius lied,

Given that he's been unconscious for a period of time and no one has told her, it seems that it was better for her not to know.

What kind of mother would like to hear about how their son's face was hammered against a metal door repeatedly?

"It's okay, son," Agatha said, loosening her embrace as she stroked her son's hair. "Just tell me how you're feeling."

"I'm good," Sicarius replied, "You don't have to worry anymore, Mother."

There was no point in mentioning how painful it was. How it felt to have his skull crushed repeatedly. What mattered was that he was alive and with that, he was given a chance to do better and be more careful.

The world is a constant place of danger and at any moment you might find yourself threatened with death.

Sicarius proceeded to stretch his body but he was held back by what felt to be tiny hands. He peeked under his blankets and a sleeping Venus was holding onto him for dear life.

"She's been waiting for you to wake up." Agatha said, "I heard she was with you when you got hurt, ever since she came here with the founder she wouldn't leave your side."

Sicarius gazed at her in deep thought. Not because he was touched nor was he concerned, but because he felt a trace of divinity within her.

Venus woke as Sicarius stared, and while her eyes were still adjusting to the light all she needed to yell excitedly was the sight of Sicarius having opened his eyes, "You're awake!"

She embraced Sicarius tightly, before running her hands on his face.

"Do you feel this?"

"How about this?

"This?"

"My face is well, girl." Sicarius stated as he gently removed the girl's pestering hands away from his face.

"What's wrong with my boy's face?" Agatha asked,

Venus shushed, and shook her head. The responsibility to answer was given to Sicarius.

"Don't worry mother." Sicarius answered, "You can see that my face is the same."

"I'll see for myself." Agatha held Sicarius by the chin and inspected his face. Sicarius had traces of his father, good looking with long eyelashes on violet almond eyes. His black hair was short and tidy, as Sicarius had always preferred it. While Agatha's traits could be seen on his disposition, cold like the harshest blizzard in the winter.

Agatha stared at his adorable son and pinched his cheeks. There was nothing amiss with his appearance at all.

"It's the same, you're as handsome as ever!" Agatha said as she smiled at her son. "Now rest, you must be hungry after being unconscious for so long. I'll get you food, wait for me, Carius."

Agatha gave Sicarius a gentle ruffle to the head before she paced out of the room.

Sicarius turned to look at the girl who was silent beside him as soon as the vicinity was clear.

"How did you do it?" It was his turn to ask the questions, "How did we get out of there alive?"

Venus didn't seem to know what to say, she simply opened her palm. It started to glow amidst the room.

"I did this," she said, "My greatgrandpops said I awakened my powers."

Sicarius's brow furrowed.

How was it possible for her to have activated her dormant power? They were in the same situation, both facing the immediate threat of death. In fact, Sicarius had been injured much more than her, he was under the most pressure.

"Did he tell you how?" Sicarius asked, to which Venus replied with a motion of shaking her head.

"Do you know how?" Sicarius asked again,

Venus was silent, trying her best to remember despite the horrid memories. After a minute she spoke,

"I don't know. It happened when that thing started hurting you, I felt warm. I just knew that I didn't want to lose you." she said,

So it came from the desire to protect. Sicarius had no chance at all to attain the weapon of human powers at a young age as he cared for nothing. However, it wasn't too bad of a situation. There were many more weapons in the world that he could use.

"Why?" Sicarius stared lifelessly at Venus as he asked,

Venus shuffled uncomfortably beneath the blankets, at first it seemed as if she wouldn't say anything, but after a second she stilled. She turned to face Sicarius's dull eyes with a gaze of her own, a bright and hopeful gaze.

"I wanted to protect you, you meanie! When I heard you being hurt over and over I-" she sniffled, "I felt so worthless, but now... From now on that I have my powers I will be strong!" She exclaimed, "The strongest, so you will never be hurt again!"

Sicarius took a long look at the child.

The blush that crept up her cheeks, her hopeful eyes that attemped to warm his soul. The beating of her heart that quickened with every passing second.

Youth. Hopeful and Naive, they let the overwhelming rush of the feelings that they can't fathom take control of their actions.

Only a short portion of Sicarius's life was youth, after those first few decades of naivety Sicarius had lost it. He had lost the joy in the rush of life.

This was Venus's first time feeling these wonderful emotions, but for Sicarius, the first that he was experiencing at the moment was the creation of his first weapon.

The priest, Venus.


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